Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.